E-text prepared by K. Nordquist, Sigal Alon, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 22396-h.htm or 22396-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/2/3/9/22396/22396-h/22396-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/2/3/9/22396/22396-h.zip) KING ARTHUR'S KNIGHTS: The Tales Re-Told for Boys & Girls by HENRY GILBERT. With Illustrations in Color by Walter Crane Thomas Nelson and Sons New York, Edinburgh, London Toronto, And Paris In tholde dayes of the King Arthour, Of which that Britons speken great honour, All was this land fulfilled of faery. _The Canterbury Tales._ Printed in the United States of America PREFACE This book is an attempt to tell some of the stories of King Arthur and his Knights in a way which will be interesting to every boy and girl who loves adventures. Although tales of these old British heroes have been published before in a form intended for young people, it is believed that they have never been related quite in the same spirit nor from the same point of view; and it is hoped that the book will fill a place hitherto vacant in the hearts of all boys and girls. No doubt many of you, my young readers, have at some time or another taken down the _Morte D'Arthur_ from your father's bookshelves and read a few pages of it here and there. But I doubt if any of you have ever gone very far in the volume. You found generally, I think, that it was written in a puzzling, old-fashioned language, that though it spoke of many interesting things, and seemed that it ought to be well worth reading, yet somehow it was tedious and dry. In the tales as I have retold them for you, I hope you will not find any of these faults. Besides writing them in simple language, I have chosen only those episodes which I know would appeal to you. I have added or altered here and there, for in places it struck me that there was just wanting a word or two to make you feel the magic that was everywhere abroad in those days. It seemed to me that some mysterious adventure might easily be waiting in the ruined and deserted Roman town on the desolate moor, or even just round the mossy trunk of the next oak in the forest-drive, through which the knight was riding; or that any fair lady or questing dog which he might meet could turn out to be a wizard seeking to work woe upon him. Nevertheless, I was always sure that in those bright days when the world was young, whatever evil power might get the mastery for a little while, the knight's courage, humility, and faith would win through every peril at the end.